MEN WHO CRY OVER CONSTIPATION

Men who cry over constipation
But look down on life pots
As unfit kings do their dirty subjects
You are like lost pigs in poisonous filth

II
Men who weep over constipation
Sleeping with their rear worshipping the sky
Begging air for some cool relief
Yet thinking they have power over life’s links of continuity
Are like cowards hiding at the sight of cats
While bullying lionesses in societal handcuffs
Isn’t it funny?

III
Men who wail over little rear tearing
Yet act demigods over the gates of generations
Are like naught who seek to be bought
With the currency of disgust
Tiredly earned through sweats of anger

IV
Try it
Try cutting your anuses with twelve blades at once
Try it!
Try cutting your abdomen slowly
With ten blades at once for at least hours of eight
Just try it!
Try overeating for days of three and carrying the load
With no relief medications
Those are but leniency in the nine moons travel
So learn to respect
Yes, learn to respect
At least the pot that blasted
To push you here
And its clone-like family
For it gave you everything you enjoy here
Here –
…where you disgustingly reign
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © April 26, 2019

I KNOW NO FOE

I know no foe
I don’t hate sow
I show no arrow in my bow
Until I am unfairly asked to kowtow

II
If you carry no hatred
In the inheritance bowl of your ancestry
Where stones of ethnicity aimed
At my dignity is atrociously firm
If you carry no buckets where catapults of class
Securely aims at my pride
If you carry no bag where bombs of racism
Aim at my struggling existence
If you hold no handcuffs to cuff my rights
Then I know you as no foe

III
Sins of fathers being carried by righteous wards
Is no fairness in my moral dictionary
As long as you come as is
I know no foe
I will know no foe
I will seek no foe
And I will embrace
Embrace your warmth with no qualms
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © April 25, 2019

USE EVERY WILL TO WORK

Use every will to work
Frown on all those who shirk
Till we all our flaws impeding growth bury
We need to be in a fair hurry
So our feat will be seen
So we’ll get out of this sore hurts we’ve been

II
Let all who laugh with smiles
At our snail pace growth miles
Have nothing their foul mouths on blacks to say
Let them with respect pay
Us an ovation bow
Let them wonder and ask us why and how?

III
Then we’ll sing of all the toil we have suffered to reach there
Then they’ll know of all our strength and great will so they’ll act fair
So our mountains of shame
Get lost in our new fame
And all our fight
Will lead us to the light
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © April 24, 2019 (Inspired by James Weldon Johnson’s Lift Every Voice and Sing)

WHERE IS YOUR SMILE?

This is a world where strong sentiments
…need stronger spirits
This is a world where stronger hurdles –
…need the strongest souls
This is a world –
…where conflicting battles are fought with emotional swords
This is a world –
…a world where a little inattentiveness spells doom
So dig it-
…your sword of smiles from the pits of your hells

II
Where is your smile?
Dig it –
…from the well of your hurts
Where is your smile?
Mine it –
…from the depth of your sadness
Where is your smile?
Lift it –
…from the lowest floor of your pain
Where is your smile?
Drive it –
…through the vastest road of your shame
Where is your smile?
Blast it –
…from the hardest stone of your ridicule
Where is your smile?
Fetch it –
…from the hollow tunnel of your need
Where is your smile?
Carve it –
…from the coolest wood of your loneliness
Where is your smile?
Smoke it –
…from the deepest den of your hunt

III
Where is your smile?
Please don’t send it on pleasure errands of the unworthy
Where is your smile?
Get it
Just get it
As your most trusted armour-
…on this living battlefield
To help you fight fair
To help you block taunts
And fence you from vipers
Until real help knocks
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © April 23, 2019

TROUBLE

So I brought my wife from Ghana
and got this fine Montana
My aging lovely wife
Is my soul, heart and life
I didn’t want to lose her
Undoing Montana wasn’t fair
So I invited her home and introduced them as such;
“Owusua, m’adumamu ni ni o,
Montana meet my lovely cousin”
Language alibiing in connivance
I took her to the guest room

II
Owusua brought us food
And soon I got into her hood
“Oh daddy
Shhh!
Oh daddy!
Shhh!
Oh daddy! I love the way you touch me!”
Girl yi de asɛm bɛbrɛ mi o!
“Oh daddy!
Shhh!
Oh daddy!
Shhh!
Oh daddy!
My tit is so hard!”

III
I stopped, put on the radio
And went out to my fate check
Nothing was wrong and I still felt safe
And so I locked in
Picking off from the left off
“Oh daddy! (what?)
Oh daddy! (shhh)
Oh daddy! (Awurade)
I think I’m gonna come now”
Oh I hit it
“Oh daddy!
Oh daddy!
Oh daddy!
I like the way you fuck me”
Heart thumping, I jumped off and cleaned up
And put on a shirt to still check my rating

IV
I opened the door and saw Owusua on the floor
“Mewura metee biribi”
“Ɛnyɛ hweee m’awuraa ɛyɛ radio no ɛnono”
So I get back to it
And held her big tongue as I pump my air
Into her happy roaming tires

V
Wifey was convinced, that fuck she heard was “lock”
And I was so happy when she laid it off
But coming home the next day
Gave me a shock to this day
As the rubber I thought flushed
Met me with its unfortunate losers
Who were so happy
Because I prevented them from meeting- their life ticket eggs
Oh me!
Oh me!
Oh me!!!
What have I done now?
So I was forced to myself defend
Hwan na wo de no baa me fie ha no?
“Master look here, I’ve been here for a year
All your plans from the top are written in my palms
Your only source of hope
Is your really convincing remorse
Isn’t wisdom raising hands in a surrounded battlefield?”
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © April 14, 2019

CELEBRATORY REAPING

I smell it
Vultures perching –
…on trees of negligence
Waiting for their meals –
… on grounds of confidence
Snooping for locationing –
… on the internet of carelessness
After signing trust deals
…on papers with drunkenness
I smell it

II
I sense it –
Shocked orphans crying
…on grounds of hopelessness
Sadly munching –
…on buns of innocence
Lost and sailing –
…on ships of foolishness
Skillessly in carving –
…on tickets of joyousness
I sense it

III
I can envision it
Roads lying and waiting
…on blood to feel vampiric affluence
Happily banking
…on wings of highness
Made possible by calculating
…on calendars of recklessness
Read in high rating
…on faces of addictive influence
I can envision it

IV
Many drivers; the road gods and goddesses
On smoothness and roughness
Replace unfortunate stories like daily newspapers
Around festivities
Sadly
Thinking lateness and not lateness
Thinking time beating and not death swooping
Spelling sadness on the future of happiness

V
Let’s smash it
The anticipatory room of doom
Let’s destroy it
The unknown orphaned cocoon
Let’s blast it
Death’s quarry of expectations
To build with its hard stones
…history of happy zero recording
In its disappointed registry
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © April 21, 2019

EMPATHY

“Roads lay like mythical foot mats
Traffic lights; do they stand vertical or horizontal?
Will I be embracing danger of any kind?
Where is the shine of my vision?
I feel like a daunting unrhyming lyrics”

II
“Blasting sounds are so fierce
As they do nothing to me tickle
Only taps wake knowledge of happenings around
So what will be my fate if a gun hangs on my pate?
Will I hear the kekɛ kekɛ in order to find a way to tetɛ?
Will I have to die to wake in order to finally hear?”

III
“Some can even use sticks as legs
But my buttocks have turned into the ground’s nutmeg
Being grated in bits into the saucepan of dust
I dread a call for all to flee
What will my fate then be?”

IV
All yous put in inverted commas of unfortunacy
Being bracketed by discrimination with no empathy
I pray the earth works to give you mercy!
I plead for seats for you
On minds of the stronger
I wish for magic wands of ease
To your sore lives please
For I have seen you with my heart
Felt you with the best hands of my soul
Been in your shoes many times with the legs of my mind
And know you toil,
Sometimes recoil,
Mostly boil
Still frustrations bump to your confidence soil

V
Try your best
Until you’re called to rest
There, none would be in jest
As differences, we’re told, would be a nonexistent crest
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © April 20, 2019

GO KILL JESUS

Go kill him, your Jesus
And wake him after your playing recess
Go kill him, your Jesus
And resurrect him after your prayers access
And continue the eternal cycle
Always a unicycle

II
Start by arresting him –
…with charges of your creation
Saying the son must –
…suffer for the Father’s nation
Start by handcuffing him-
…with hurts of his fame
Slapping him with your given –
… surrealistic power of his name
Build your yearly sins into a –
…bulldozing cross
To make him suffer your –
…serial loss

III
If you know not your ingredients
Worry not, you’ll be their dawning recipients
Petty quarrels –
… to ill gotten laurels
Hypocrisy –
… to hidden heresy
Fornication –
… to felt masturbation
Lies –
…to blasphemous cries
Stealing –
…to soiling superstioning
Needless Fighting –
…to cruel killing
What have you!
Only you see, in your mirror, your broken moral view!

IV
Make sure your cross is heavy
So his intense pain can clear your sinful levy
Be sure he hears doing away with your drunkenness is one of your fears
Be sure he suffers to cry all your seas of tears
Bath him with your betraying spittle
And make him feel more than little
Kill and cook him –
… to your satisfaction’s brim
After, bury him in hymns
So he can serve as your God-calling sims

V
Oh Bluetooth his rising rumours –
…to clear your guilty tumors
Then wear your white –
…to praise with all your might
And after, rig his name as newly bathed pigs
… Isn’t that your happy gigs?

VI
Err, isn’t your wages of sin his death?
Wouldn’t your months of sins lead to his birth?
Isn’t it a circle so cycled?
Don’t you always end up recycled?

VIII
So go, go and start your kill
To lay foundations to your paid bills
You all give me chills –
… Your rotten souls can’t heal!

IX
Oh Easter is a duster
A yearly disaster!

X
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——……
——–.

XI
Oh, precede your start with your crosses
Of afifi toffee, bae-mu-dwa-mu and wurɔ drɔsses
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © April 19, 2019

GREAT GIRLS, BULLY BOYS

Great girls-
… Bully boys
Regal layered, local-
…national, internationally pushed
A stampede so brutal-
… Egos lost through negligence still seeingly unseen
Oh there’ll be Bronya dresses
… And overused chalewote to match
Catastrophic catastrophe –
… Who says? The seers say!

II
The winds, before, pushed down lasses
Down dream hills
Making them shadows
Lost in wholes
And wholes, lost to societal stakes
Don’t you see the same winds blowing in the opposite?

III
Will you continue –
… this pattern?
Planting queens –
… beside servants?
None grows weeds amidst –
… prized plants
None farms thorns in farms
… to be inherited by the soft palmed
Seamstresses know their worth is accentuated –
… by footwear
So why leave existing shoes in abongelement –
… while making extravagant dresses?

IV
This is who we are –
… Forgettors of work in progress
Passionaters of the new
Why can’t we do this and do that
And hold this and hold that
And grow this and grow that
Side by side
To avoid unyoked inequalities?

V
Must we always pull this –
…To fall that
And fall that-
…to push this?
Would you rather farm lone hands-
…in heavens
Or happy hands –
… in paradise?
We need no hells of loneliness in heavens!
We need no fire and ice
The former –
…burning to evaporate the latter
The latter –
…seeking to kill the flames of the other

VI
You don’t brake –
…on this bite back
And focus –
…on a balance
You’ll see the basket of vindictiveness –
…you sent to fetch water
In place of –
…the pot of fairness

VII
If you wish for –
…a never ending chaos
Of one side –
…always facing the ground
Then continue –
…continue creating that vulnerable –
…tunnel

VIII
We’re here –
…as ancestors or nsaman-twɛntwɛn
We’re here –
…as breakers or brakers
We’re here –
…As achievers or hopelessnesses

IX
Whatever rides our consciences –
…on streets of righteousness and calm
Must be the wheels on our minds

X
Afterall –
…we know of dead goats –
…that is, if we’ve not acted them
We know of toothless barking dogs –
…that is, if we’ve not mimicked them into reality
We know of white elephantic hopes –
…if we’re not white elephantic cartoons
Where our development being on its mark –
…is concerned

XI
So take the wings –
…of lads
And give them –
…to the lasses
Brea-
…king one
To fix –
…the other and let’s clap for ourselves
Our wisdom knows no bound
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © April 18, 2019

THE NOISY AIDE

Godon godon godon, gong gong godon
Apatampa godon, krɛkɛtɛ godon, kon kon gudon, krɛtɛke godong, apatampa gudon, ɔnwam atikɔ pɔ firi suantie twɛdeɛ! Godon!

II
While the sounds lift
Even the heads of mouths in ground dancing
Close doors stage worst nightmares
To be covered by dust made through the dance of the crowd
How intelligent!

III
Godon godon godon, gong gong godon
Apatampa godon, krɛkɛtɛ godon, kon kon gudon, krɛtɛke godong, apatampa gudon, ɔnwam atikɔ pɔ firi suantie twɛdeɛ! Godon!

IV
How skillfully perfected this cycle is!
How sadly ignorant we all seem!
Knowingly unknowing!
Unknowingly knowing!
Yet trap after trap after trap after trap
See us back lying in a defeating caughtness

V
Must the nation suffer belly ache because of the cholera of greed gladly caught by insatiable few?

VI
Godon godon godon, gong gong godon
Apatampa godon, krɛkɛtɛ godon, kon kon gudon, krɛtɛke godong, apatampa gudon, ɔnwam atikɔ pɔ firi suantie twɛdeɛ! Godon!

VII
How drizzles always precede tsunamis
Slashes my intestines and knots them into dysfunction
Always

VIII
Can’t we learn to shed the see through
Nighties of nightmares
To escape rape through dangerous known routes?
Funny the drums beat on

IX
Godon godon godon, gong gong godon
Apatampa godon, krɛkɛtɛ godon, kon kon gudon, krɛtɛke godong, apatampa gudon, ɔnwam atikɔ pɔ firi suantie twɛdeɛ! Godon!

X
And we will always be lost
Always, in their dust and sweats
And beauty and talk
Only to be vomited onto the shores of third worldhood

XI
Godon godon godon, gong gong godon
Apatampa godon, krɛkɛtɛ godon, kon kon gudon, krɛtɛke godong, apatampa gudon, ɔnwam atikɔ pɔ firi suantie twɛdeɛ! Godon! Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © April 16, 2019

YOU NEED A BAAAD GIRL

All you scouting streets for holes of meat
Feigning defeat when pushed to back seats
Sulking from playing last fiddle to passion’s beat
You don’t have to be a roaming cheat
All you need is a baaad girl

II
All you need is a
… baaad girl
One who can flip
… your flaps
Deflate your over pumped
… bellies
Fetch goosebumps from the interior
… of your old and hardened exterior
And vulcanize your flat
… egos into that of newborns

III
Why chase away matches when you can train your dog
To be able to fetch your log
From the other side of flutters dock?
Just shed your unnecessary mock

IV
All you need is a
… baaad girl
Who can burst into
… your archaic mouth
Sit on its white elephant
… sofa
Stand, play around
… the walls
Go

… … …under to clear some choked pores
And reach into your deeper chambers
… to tickle your excitement

V
Think of all the wheeling sick carts
Bought for selves like fine arts
Only to break into sweats of hurts
Knowing you’ve stepped on other innocent hearts

VI
All you need is a
… baaad girl
One who will tour you
To find your Accra in the whole of
… your Ghana
To find your Kigali in the whole of
… your Rwanda
To spot your Paris in the whole of
… your France
To locate your Toronto in the whole of
… your Canada
Gifting you shivers from passion’s happy
… rivers

VII
As you go through the heat
Of stalking
And talking
And hating
And manipulating
And threatening
Wouldn’t you rather live calm and neat
With no sore frets on your ego?

VIII
You need a baaad girl
One who will lick you up
… like a lollipop
Crown you up like a tight
… cork on a shaky bottle
Swim in the seas of your
… eyes in action
Slap your expectations with
… a wow and an aww
And still call you
… Awesome

IX
So pick you up and pick her up
From the domestic basket where she has herself tossed
Lift you up from the bore of her ring
To see the city of your wants
Whet her appetite to take that chariot to your needdom
Sharing visions attainable in beddom
Without fears

X
All you need is a
… baaad girl
Just open the windows of her
…mind
Fetch the girl from
… the old
For every old was ever a
… a young
It is a blessing to bring your part along

XI
You just need that
… baaad girl
The one who lit your passions and woke your reactions in the then
You need the
… baaad girl
That one who comatosed in herself in her bid to you or your new shoots fit
You need a
… baaad girl
That one who slept long to light the carer to glow
You need that
… baaad girl
That flower whose thorns fell off
To make your hold painless and your climb smooth
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © April, 16, 2019

EI ABAYIFOƆ YI

Yaa I
Abena- Boɔ is a mysterious being, I swear!
See, just last week, Maame Ama’s cat
Escaped Efo Dzakpasu’s bɔtɔ
And found an opening in her window
So decided to find some protection from its assailant
In her room
All we repeatedly heard was
Ei abayifoɔ yi! Ɔbayifoɔ, ɛnɛ deɛ w’ahyia!
By the time we reached there
The poor Nyame Bɛkyerɛ had joined its ancestral cats
Painfully through her banku ta

Yaa II
That is not all o
Just five days back,
Akua Mansa woke up at dawn to sweep
Only to see this same Abena-Boɔ
Sitting in front of her room with something whitish
Smeared all over her face
Akua shouted and run off shouting
“Kakai o! Kakai!”
The next morning, Eno Abena made a song out of “Abayifoɔ yi a mo wɔ fie ha yi a!”

Yaa III
As if that is not enough
Four days ago,
Her mother came with her sisters to visit her
She poured salt all over them
And swept their footsteps
Like they were some kind of garbage disposed at her doorsteps
All the while shouting “ei abayifoɔ o!”

Yaa IV
As for what happened three days ago,
I was so scandalized!
We were all outside when some cockroach
Being chased by some fowls passed by
She quickly picked praye-tia and started hitting it
All the while shouting “hwɛ hwɛ hwɛ hwɛ, hwɛ abayifoɔ no!”

Yaa V
Just yesterday
We were all sleeping when we heard
“Obi mmɛgye me o
Abayifoɔ yi pɛ sɛ wɔn kyere me we o”
We rushed in to see
What she termed witchcraft
Was the shadows of the swaying palm fronds
Elongated by the outside light
Awurade!

Yaa VI
Don’t laugh!
What at all is this?
What is the definition of witchcraft?
No wonder she has no job
And lives off her poor old husband
Who comes through once in a fortnight

Yaa VII
But what could be the cause of her shadow fearing?
Aha! It could be that new pastor
What is that his name again?
Wɔ Pɛ Wo Akum Wo
Causing confusion after spending her few pesewas
Mɔbɔ!

Kofi I
So all you know is the name of the pastor?
You mean all you’ve seen are these few scenarios?
Then listen and listen well
The name of her church is He Will Kill Your Enemies Jesus the Just Church
Before I travelled, my young son asked me to watch her
So he could show me something
He just clapped
And Eno Abena somersaulted three times
Don’t laugh

Kofi II
I gave him a beating and warned him
But Eno went on to sprinkle stone salt in front of our door
I felt somewhat afraid
I mean, clapping and foot stumping are all they do at their church
Why then did it startle her?
And coming from a child of 6?
Stop laughing Yaa
Maybe she found herself in place of Satan
And felt the clap aiming at her
But truthfully, if this is to continue
I fear for her
Ah! There comes my cue, my rice is burning
You know wifey has travelled
See you later!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © April 15, 2019

THE NEEDED AWAKENING

Let’s open our doors –
…of deeds
And sweep out –
… silly sulkings
Gathering the dirt –
… of daydreaming
Adding the garbage-
… of grumbling
To throw into the incinerator –
… Of servitude
To see the cleanliness-
…of a start-anew

II
Let’s dust the sands-
… of dawdling
Fetching and filling our drums-
… With togetherness
Washing our clothes to get out stains-
… of sabotage
Scrubbing off floors of taints –
… Of feeble mindedness
In preparedness for cooking-
Our development

III
Let’s weed out plants –
… Of redundancy
Ploughing the fields of wealth –
… With hard work
Our confidence stemming from –
… Tactful skills acquisition
Uprooting stumps –
… Of neocolonialism
Planting in their places the love –
Of our own

IV
Let’s remove all cob webs –
… of corruption
Scrapping off selfishness under our –
… Working pans
Killing off nwansena-pobi –
… Of corruption weavers
To help our work feed us –
With ours

V
Let’s brush bitterness out of –
… Our mouths
Gurgling with mouth wash of appreciation
Bathing to wash off stains
… Of lies
… Of hate
… Of fence sitting
… Of unhealthy connections
And of backbiting to arrive at healthy growth

VI
Let’s build this nation –
… With the cement of determination
… Stones of optimism
… Sands of selflessness
… Iron rods of tolerance
Roofing with love –
… Self motivation
… Can-do spirits
Rocking our own with plastering and painting attitudes –
… Of this-is-the-bestness
… Of you-wish-you-were-in thisness
Waking admirations and a following unrivalled

VII
I speak for us when I say
… We’re tired of the capriciousness of pull him downs
…The deceptive debauchery destroying our youth
…The unthinking and dubious fat-catting killing our zeals
… The unjustified paranoia cancelling our attraction
… The pandemonium of polluters soiling our land
And the antiquated see-through commotionary accusations digging us in

VIII
Even jungle beings survive to see many a moon
Digging out patronizing partiality:
… Scorn
… Suffrage of the vulnerable
… Unfairness of the un-belonging
And holding hands to stand up in hard times
To build the heaven we want
Taking ourselves off the list of shitholes
Of orange-skinned ignorant racists

IX
For we are-
… Can doers!
Who built their-
…Near heavens?
Who toiled for their shiny –
… Capitals?
Who built the crowns –
… Their heads so parade to us enslave?

X
We can if we decide to!
We will if we agree to!
Kente came out of just watching the spider weave
Didn’t it?

XI
Every soul has a hand of change!
Wake your spirits to wake your souls
To the new awakening
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © April 13, 2019

I WILL GIFT MYSELF TO A CAUCASIAN

I will gift myself to a Caucasian
Than have me be the back decoration of an Afrimuffin
Who left the embrace of his mother
To serve at the feet of an unkind master

II
I will gift myself to a Caucasian
I will so gift myself to a vulture looking Caucasian
Than be one of the juiciest meats
Afrimuffins select through the lenses of their many defeats
Riding on products dreams of planes and Yankees
I have now seen their cunning keys

III
So locals should suffer with village spittings
While you select the worthy chippings
Because of your servitude in high altitude?
After wearing yourselves into weakened wrinkles, you grow a confidence in attitude
To select the juiciest fem produce from your home farms
Thanks to your few droppings of dollars?
Chai! Nnipa a ne nnipa ne sika!

IV
I will gift myself to a Caucasian
I will so gift myself to a Caucasian
Than fall victim to your rotten bananas
And your stalking Hannahs
Who surely will give no peace
Just because your jealous pins may be tearing you into many a piece
Osoookode adwenha, yɛ gye no akɔkora tiriho!

V
I will gift myself to a Caucasian
I will so gift myself to an unworthy Caucasian
For him to use as his sleeping rag
Than see myself as the queen of you Afrimuffins
Who mostly eat the shitty attitudes of your white muffins
And have only the intentions of homegoing and not that of homecoming
Were your souls captured by slavery?

VI
Annoying how you won’t even rise to their levels
Always acting their shovels
And keep piling on your mother
Stinking rags of your master
I will gift myself to a Caucasian
I will so gift myself to a foul mouthed, tick-testicled-Caucasian
Than you regally flushed Afrimuffins
Determined to die and mix with alien sands while your mother craves your touch
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © April 13, 2019

KINDER WORDS

Exhume the words from the soil of the past
And dust the hurts which nailed the heart
At the crossroads of good and bad
Making it take the latter
To reach the hell of uselessness
In the vehicle of bitterness

II
Kinder words would have nursed the seedlings of morality
In beds of role modelling
Watered with hope, aired with tenderness in the sun of care
And given eyes determination
To take the path of dreams in the vehicle of hard work
To reach the seat of greatness

III
So this ghost of deviancy you see
Is your mouthy-works
Which killed a good kid and created a robotic monster
To train its innocent spirit and mourning soul
To reach this point of bother
Where your horrified eyes watch
As your fear-arrested mouth quiver

IV
Deal with the nightmare
Many might have suffered victims
In its frantic climb to get to you
How unfair it would be if you escape!
For now plant the lesson in soils of fertile hearts
To germinate and grow into moral lessons
To save the future from the fury of fire
Mostly started by careless moments of insensitivity
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © April 12, 2019

NEOCOS

I will ride on your rea
soning
I will sit on your su
ffering
I will brake on your brea
kage
I will soo clout your ca
ring
And will lick your lear
ning

II
Let me hear the drops of your tears in torrents
Ko, ko, gidim gidim, ko, ko, ko, ko, gidim gidim, hweeeee!
Let the wind of your hurts try uprooting
The trees of my defenses
And see how I kill your efforts

III
I will flake in your fea
...ring
I will work in your wai
ling
I will float in your fra
grance
I will run from your rin
ging
And paddle your pa
tience

IV
Menkɔti a menti
Gyentia dada nyɛ sɔ na
Go and fetch the fires of experience from the lighted oven of Satan
And come try to light the death of your reign
And see how I will spit on your hard work

V
I will rake your ro
mance
I will trap your trac
king
I will severe your ser
ving
I will truncate your tru
ths
And haunt your hea
ling

VI
It takes great efforts for a donkey to become a dragon
It takes a lot of exercise for a butterfly to become an eagle
It is a near impossibility for a sheep to turn lion
Step once on a testicle in mistakehood
The foolish second time needs a fair battle
So try and touch even the seams of my freedom
And see how I burn your yearning

VII
I will pierce your pea
ce
I will hound your ho
ping
I will peck your pl
ease
I will trash your ten
derness
And tear into your tear
ing

VIII
These doors are safely locked o!
A padlock of determination
On codes of forward-everness
With a balustrade of independence
So try giving it your best
And see how I arrow your sorrow

IX
I will cook your cro
ssing
I will lamp your lo
sing
I will brush off your blu
shing
I will snow on your soul
searching
And tackle your tir
ing

X
Even the earth sometimes fumes in quakes
Expert eyes know better to flee
But you flea, you continue to follow the scent of sweets
You try and see how I catapult your ambitious bird

XI
I will fling your fea
thers
I will behead your be
dding
I will cut and cook your car
cass
I will so eat your en
ding
To stop you at all cost, you SCOUN

DREL!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © April 11, 2019

YOU CHOSE

You chose,
You chose the flapping and slapping ass
And the beautiful big brown eyes
You chose,
You chose those breasts oh so walky-up-and-downing voluptuous
And those beautiful long legs
You chose
You chose the toffee-like mouth well painted
And the milky-coffee-like-skin well bleached
I didn’t matter then
I don’t want to matter now

II
There are no riddles in wants of the heart
None goes from loving water melons to loving lime
Can you forget the red chewables and squeezy waters?
Can you replace the sweetness with the sour nature of lime’s taste?
Please be not confused about the many seeds
Breaking your interest
Chew them too, aren’t they some portion sort of
In the excitement of your enjoyment?
Mister, kill your snake and this punch take
Is it because you now know I can make lemonades
And be in so many other “nades”?
I am no mucus reliever of you nothingness
I didn’t matter to you then
I shouldn’t matter to you now

III
What youth selects, should be the seat of adulthood
If you are that aggrieved
Turn back the steering of time and go change your choice
Don’t stand here with your unpleasant sounds of regret
No gold in the earth turns jewellery by itself
Unpleasant wizardry, is coveting a finish when you disliked its beginning
Agya, I so didn’t matter to you then
I most certainly don’t want to matter to you now

IV
PLEASE!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © April 10, 2019

YOUR JESUS

Your Jesus whose name is a whip you pull out
Whenever your anger turns into a shout
On building a house into a home
Was he not lonesome?

II
Your Jesus
That name you spit out
Whenever you seek from me a man in the moral stout
Did he ever let his pestle pound fufu in any abaayowa’s sweet mortar?
Were there whispers of he courting some man of affluence’s daughter?

III
Your Jesus
That name you chant out
Whenever you see children, trying to make it my emotion’s clout
Can you please name his first born?
Maybe then, I will heed to your bothersome horn

IV
Please, let me be
And let your Jesus be
You always chanting his name makes him the ghost we all see
Parading in tricking, hurting and killing

V
Oh I forgot
You call it saving…
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © April 9, 2019

IN A DEVIL’S MASK?

Feuds hide in curtains of days past
To make monsters of grieving cast
On stages of new days
How did I come to wear a devil’s mask
In mirrors of new eyeballs?
Did you so mix days with nights to win wars of the past?

II
You drag me through the slums of hunger
Arrange need on street pans to sell in danger
Laid rags under open skies to catch the eyes of many a stranger
I served, bitterness swerving

III
You dragged me through fire
To school of the aspire
In straits so dire
Building on me a head of will
And serving difficult options on plates of confusion
Trapping me into another knapsack of troubles
I still served, bitterness swerving

IV
So you planted a poor seed in my fertile ground
And made useless the farmer who I thought I had found
As I listened to the pain of my own sound
My hairs never resting in their pores
Turning nights into frightful days
And days into worrying trays
I still served, bitterness swerving

V
After climbing that mountain
With tears as my internal fountain
You asked the seventh to abort the counting
Shattering dreams of apex reaching
Pushing me to fall hard on stones of sadness
And what? You still deserve a serving?
Not that I can’t, you gave the will
This wrestling is necessary
For flesh pain feeling

VI
So now what?
I have a devil’s mask on
In eyes which you adore?
I will scare!
I will haunt!
I will taunt!
I will this mask flaunt
Until the waves of my heart
Recede from the shores of hurts
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © April 8, 2019

MIRROR MIRROR ON OUR WALL

“Mirror mirror on our wall
What are we at all?”
Lions swallowed by cats swallowed by mice
All trapped by hyenas
You are ebonies lost in fake pink and on the brink of a sink
You are porcupines made up like rain-whipped nsɛnsɛ
You are abro a apɛnsɛ
Marked to be harvested by mouths whose hands know not your soil
Talk less of your sweats
You are hairs hidden in wigs of abrɔ-nsɛ
Like ghosts of colonizers mosquitoes killed on battles of malaria
You are hearts murdering your own souls just as hungry grounds drink passing waters
Pots drinking off your own waters to be cracked and broken by chasing heat!

II
You are the rich with pockets linked to sockets of greed
You’re pure seeds always craving corroding seeds as your garnish
You are tattered clothes on your own fleshes
Opening up to scavengers with your eyes shut open
You are idiots of wants, always hiding behind suited fetishes who
Chew your dignity to open you up to worship manipulations
You’re everything you shouldn’t be
And everything just any tool could be

III
Look at you
Rot of safe options
Fences of indifference
Eyes of looking blindness!
Listening deafs!
Muted talking mouths!
Strong stuck legs!
Healthy laze-arrested hands
With poor caged hearts!

IV
I am not telling you this
You’re looking at yourselves in me
And seeing what you are
I am but a mirror, opening myself to your ‘you’ viewing
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © April 7, 2019

INTIMIDATION STORY

Once tortoise befriended a snail
And they embarked on a loving tale
When storms did visit, tortoise snail shielded
When cars did bump, tortoise snail shielded
There wasn’t a thing in harm that could tortoise get
Snail just looked and began to fret
People sang of the great tortoise’s strength
And went ahead to shelter beneath its length
Snail felt stressed and strangely jealous
With time its feelings made it callous
Then it began to whisper to sprinkle bad rumours
To get tortoise tortured in weakness humours
All animals began to look for a battle
So they could wrestle tortoise for its mantle
So tortoise did leave the place for peace
And left all to live in peace
The day after, legs of sheep passed as usual
And felt a slime so unusual
It looked down; snail’s shell crashed into many a piece
Same spot but gone shade
Snail felt regret all too late
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © April 6, 2019

RHYTHMS OF HOME

I feel it
That yearning that won’t fit
That unsettling that won’t sit
That dream that won’t quit
Dissatisfactions that always hit
All those feelings threatening to wrestle me into doom’s pit

II
But when I, like a snail, the boarders cross
I feel like I’m carrying a loneliness cross
Wearing heaviness and a sense of loss
Thoughts of a chick straying from its hen me do toss
Stomach beings raising demonstrations oh so gross
So what is my mind’s missing boss?

III
It could be the songs in which I belong
It could be the culture in which I am strong
It could be the company where I feel among
It could be the fuss of the spiritual ding dong
It could be the love rhythms of the gong
It could be the battles we fight for long
It could be the lapses and all the wrong
Oh it could be the passions of our talking ding dong

IV
It could be the mother in all she older
It could be the father in all he older
It could be the uncles in all blossomed men
It could be the sisterhood in all the gals
It could be the brotherhood in all the pals
It could be the dust in all our past
It could be the rust in all our must
It could be the burst in all our hurts
It could be just the sounds of nature’s beaked jets

V
So I am glued
Glued and might be fooled
But stuck here in spirit
Stuck here where I fit
Up there in head room
Even when the body, like a vehicle, drives out
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © April 5, 2019

STUCK

We have lived
Lived through the dawn of our rise,
To the morning of our victory
And got stuck
Between the morning of our victory
And the growth of our rise
Why?

II
Blessed with suns unrivalled
I wonder how we’ve still not gotten there
There, where the suns of growth shine fair
Blessed with moons whipping darkness
I wonder why we aim not to dine
Dine at the tables of greatness and wine
That the eve of development serves
Why haven’t we?

III
We are getting wrinkled and still teething
Why are we nibɔing?
We are getting old but still toddling
Why are we numsaing?
We are getting fondled but still sleeping
Why are we junsɔbɔing?
Do we so love the dew of dawn
And not the fair rains of the night?

IV
Ngaaa, ngaaa, ngaaa
And our mouths still suckle from the blood and tears
Of the pains of our yesteryears

V
Childhood has its season
Once we overstay our welcome,
As we have,
We turn weeds
Weeds all vegetarians,
Including herbivores like goats and sheep and rabbits
Turn to eat at will
Even dogs mostly bite through us for strength
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © April 3, 2019

THE WOMAN

She is a she from a she through a he
She is a sea made of rivers no mouth can name
She is a sky with lightning and clouds
With suns and moons accompanied by stars even in rains

Her hands are healing
Her bosom is a comforter
Her shoulders strong to take in
Any hurdle thrown on her
Her head is a library of care and fair and competence and dignity
Her face is a mask of all things from good to mischievous
Her feet know no challenges
Her love is like a fountain
Flowing out and filling in

She is the sky
She is the earth
She is the sea

She is the pot whose water never runs dry

She is the trees
She is the air
She is the core of life’s pores

She is the woman!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © March 8, 2019

THIS STORY OF CAPABILITY (Crazy Stanzas)

The porcupine walked like the kqueeng of pride
Tongue-macheting and butchering lion
“You are like the foolish baboon
Who stays only in the thighs of trees
Pouring promises like rain
In an action of zero
Let me be
Let me be the kqueeng of this jungle
And see the change and peace and light and food
That will fall like manna from the juices of my capabilities”

II
And so all animals in the jungle hoped
Frowning on failures of lion
Hoping the great meeting day runs fast to them
So they could sweep him out like filth in River Tuse

III
Formulas poured from the tongue
And fell from the beak of porcupine
Like dew of dawn
Kissing and caressing dreams of all the living in the jungle
Until the meeting day arrived

IV
It didn’t take long
For all who were strong
To whisk the throne from the buttocks of lion
As the weak cursed
“Look into your promising tank
There sure is nothing but mosquitoes of disappointments
Biting our expectations and sucking them dry
As hunger hangs us on hangers of deception
Go with your failure and let the capable help us flourish”

V
Porcupine became the first Kqueeng of the jungle
The crown of the king and queen placed on his decorated head, then he saw stance did matter and differ in ruling

VI
Time traveled no long distance
Before the animals saw they erred
Rains stopped falling
Suns stopped shining
Air seldom blew
So trees became lean and sickly and bald
Leaves and flowers suffered burns and died
Rivers died and became evaporative ghosts
Leaving the jungle and inviting heat and thirst

VII
The animals rushed to the kqueeng
Who sat by the unquenchable river
Sipping as servants fan relaxation into the throne
Complains started falling like snow in winter
Then turned threats slowly turned into a frost bite
Before it could escalate into a demonstration
Arrows were shot into them
Killing many and planting fear in all
As their knees tasted sharp stones to plead for mercy

VIII
And so it was
That the jungle lost it all
Some animals praying for the next meeting
Which sat quietly in the far future
Some animals wailing in regret
Some animals fleeing to live
Some animals grumbling about their stupidity
Some animals acting stooges to be favoured and gifted by the kqueeng
Who lived up to the name
And always looked down to shame
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © April 2, 2019

THIS KINKY MESS

This kinky mess
Can turn one in many and many in one
This kinky mess
Stops blood in its painful oozing
Oh medicine on a head!
This kinky mess
Is a dress in the cold
And a disciplined disciple which listens to hands of its comb
When dressed, respecting scissors and making it easy for barbers

II
This kinky mess is not like ɛsrɛ,
Flowing on and whipping faces
Following the wind rather than their carriers
It is only natural that comb punishes heads for their keep
Every jewel needs that painful refinement
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © April 1, 2019